Spirit and Blood (A Young Justice Season 3 Fanfic)

Chapter 14

This chapter is dedicated to d26march04. My best wishes and prayers go out to him. He's the one who made Demary seem even more alive by adding my OC into his book of Young Justice Moments and by commenting and voting. A huge shoutout and thank you, and I know you're a fighter, better than anyone in the Justice League!!! Now to the chapter. Hope you're reading d26march04!

~Mystery POV~

October 19, 2:30 PM Eastern:

I stood on the corner of a crate among many watching the battle play out. It was not my business, thus there was no reason to interfere. Besides, why blow my one chance at being alone? I'd left my gang behind for time being, and I'd return to them as I felt like it. Below me, Nightwing was passed out, but his eyes still flickered.

He impressed me. Not many people do.

A few fighters on either side were down. The biggest and most deadly fight revolved around Superboy and the other girl. I think her name was Demary. Batman's daughter. Batman. His name tasted like bile. I shook it off. Demary drew me to her like no one had before. She intrigued me, and she had an unearthly aura that I was familiar with. The battle was starting to tilt on Apocalyps' favour. Sighing, I jumped off my ledge. I went over to Nightwing, and nudged him with my foot.

"Well, old friend, look where you ended up." I clicked my tongue playfully, smiling a little. "Good thing I have a antidote." If Ra's poisoned him I could undo it. I injected a vial into his arm and stepped back. "Wake up now." Although I was younger than he was, I could safely say I knew more than he did about many things. Nightwing groaned and sat up. He eyed me carefully. What can I say? We'd clashed before many times, and I was an antihero. But there was no need to fight him now, for a while at least.

"What do you want?"

"Look, I know you don't like me as much as the next person, but I'd rather the world stay intact."

"You're gonna help us?" He asked surprised.

"Not in the least! This is your fight." I laughed a little. "But I'll give you a tip. If you can get Darkseid back in the portal, it'll close."

"Are you sure?"

"I would say so if I weren't."

"How would you know this?"

"I know people."

"Right." Grayson got to his feet. "Thanks for the help then." He sighed. I turned towards Demary and Superboy. Demary was doing a good job of defending herself- but I've seen her fight. She can do better. It didn't take much assessing to see that Darkseid was pulling her strings. The only way for her to snap out of it was through someone she loved- or her death. Superboy didn't seem to be tiring. He was fueled on by an inhuman rage. He just kept hitting Demary, over-and over- and over again. I wondered why- then I saw Miss Martian. Ah, that made more sense. Unfortunately, now Spirit seemed to be faltering. I silently rooted for her. I understood her, maybe better and many others- and knew she may not be able to win this fight. If she were herself-then definitely! But the Lazarus Pit is only a spirit. It cannot adjust to a human body, much less fight in one. Spirit was not healing as quickly, and she wasn't using her powers. The reason remained a mystery. But maybe Demary was keeping herself from hurting other people. Maybe she thought the world was better off without her. Well, it wasn't. She was important to me- but only for the selfish reason of wanting answers. Plus, she was like a magnet. I don't know, don't ask me about this, okay?

A loud crash threw me back out of my thoughts. A whole crate was caved in, Spirit lying in the dent, motionless. Her eyes were closed, and it was then I saw how badly off she was. Blood ran down her nose, and a pool of blood tricked around her, its source unknown, but I bet we could find where it came from if she were flipped around. Her lips were cracked in many places, and by the way she was breathing, a rib or two might be broken. There were many more injuries, like bruises, and an occasional broken bone and fracture. But I would face it- she was practically dead. Superboy stood above her, breathing heavily, his knuckles having a little blood- his own- from throwing so many punches. Nightwing rushed to him, tripping over debris and avoiding other's fights. He grabbed Superboy's arm.

"Stop!"

"Why should I?!" Superboy tried to bring his arm down, but Nightwing was a little stronger. I doubt Superboy wanted to throw Nightwing ontop of Spirit, but I wouldn't know. Maybe his rage had snapped him. M'gann had snapped him. Say, if Spirit had killed M'gann using her powers, then she would still be in possession of M'gann's spirit. So it was possible, that with M'gann's body intact, she could resurrect her. My, my she is a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, the Lazarus Pit can only heal to a certain extent. And Spirit might just be beyond that. There was a chance, as long as she was breathing.

"Leave her, Connor. It's over." Superboy slowly lowered his arm. He fell to his knees, and did something quite unexpected. He cried.

Nightwing put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's not over yet." I whispered to myself. "You still have to deal with Darkseid." And it was plainly obvious. Darkseid no longer had his hands behind his back. With some strange luck, the Team had beaten off his allies and only him, Vandal and Klarion stood near him, each wearing angry scowls. "Thus begins the true battle." It took all the main Leaguers to defeat Darkseid, and I would see what it took to defeat Darkseid, Klarion, and Vandal.